Who’s The Player?

Somebody has to win, and somebody has to lose, but how do you win if all the cards aren’t on the table? Essay and poem. (Updated)

“Peep the Game in the Shadows.” Image designed by Author: Carmellita in Canva

The honest and hardworking folk have always followed the rules and played the game of life, well, fair. We don’t cheat. We play the cards dealt and work hard to make the most of what we have.

All the while, the game on the surface is only a distraction from the game played behind the curtains. The game that’s playing everyone and everything.

With this in heart and mind, I present to you…

The Game

Who decides how many ways you play and what to do?
Simon says, and you chose to follow through
Dancing in Candyland, you think you’ve made good moves
You’ve got a Monopoly surely you can’t lose

Then, just when you’ve got the score
You hit the deck and draw four
Numero Uno, you had all the chips to win
Only to realize you’ve got to fold again

“That’s Life,” you’re told, to console and relieve
Until you notice, the other guy has a card up his sleeve
Suddenly, the Cosmic Mind has you asking, “why?”…